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The earth was barren, with weeds and small trees swaying in the wind. Two fully armed Blood Slave Legions were ready for deployment, and two Blood Knights in thick armor stood among them, silently watching a massive blood-red vortex suspended in midair.
This blood-colored vortex seemed highly unstable, with blood clouds slowly rotating around its edge, as if giant hands were stirring the void, distorting the surrounding air. From time to time, a blood-red lightning bolt as thick as an arm exploded within the vortex.
A group of Blood Mages dressed in long magic robes gathered around the blood-colored vortex, releasing thick beams of blood that shot into and merged with the vortex.
"Lord Andrew, how much longer before we can stabilize the spatial rift?"
A raspy voice echoed by the ear of a Blood Mage, whose robe was more ornate than those of his peers. The Blood Mage shook his head:
